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I wrote this because I thought it would be funny to see a song about decapitating and death in another genre other then death metal. Picure this bordering the lines of ska/indie/surf.
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Yell,
And a scream,
As I’m cutting out her spleen. (Falalalala.)
Fresh beads of blood all over my love. (Falalalala.)
Stains on the floor as I bury the two-timing *****. (Falalalala.)
If I can’t have her nobody will,
I fed her some sleeping pills,
She passed out and now it’s for sure,
I’ll cut this bitch with my giant saw,

Oh… Yes… She’s…

Dead. (Falalalala.)
She’s dead. (Falalalala.)
She’s dead. (Falalalala.)
I’m not joking; she is dead (Falalalala.)
She’s dead.

And now as the cops arrive,
I try and go and hide, (Falalalala.)
Her corpse on the ground,
It will never make a sound, (Falalalala.)
I won’t betray my position,
Getting away with this is my ambition,
Everyone must know,
What a dirty freaking hoe she was.

Dead. (Falalalala.)
She’s dead. (Falalalala.)
She’s dead. (Falalalala.)
I’m not joking; she is dead (Falalalala.)
She’s dead.

Dead. (Falalalala.)
She’s dead. (Falalalala.)
She’s dead. (Falalalala.)
I’m not joking; she is dead (Falalalala.)
She’s dead.
Quote by TiMaRmStRoNg101
there was once this girl
in my school
and she was like
'greenday is so punk'

and i was all
omgelitist
'fawkofffffffffff'
and punched her in the face.
cause i can do that
cause I know more about punk rock and stuff